From Ghana to Guyana to the OLympics to Me
My fathers fame is very relative but to me it is a gift . He rose from a family of 13 in British Guyana moved to New york and pursued a career in medicine but his real gift was as a runner and against few odds he finally ran with the greatest runner in the 1936 Olympics in Hitler’s Germany and won a bronze medal for Canada in the 8-80 metre race. He had won 3 other bronze medals in the 1928 and the 1932 Olympics and held the most medals for a Canadian until very recently.
My dad who was really the” black” sheep of his 13 siblings broke from their common ritual and married my mom, the daughter of a sea captain who evidently sailed the last tall ship into Vancouver harbor years ago, and when her parents essentially disowned her as was more common in the 1940′s, when she announced her choice to marry my dad we were born happily in Montreal and grew up hearing the joke that my parents probably came over on the same ship my dad’s relations in the hold and my mother’s commandeering the ship…….. I have often pondered that reality and as my own life has connected me strongly with the Indigenous people of British Columbia I have had much more to learn about the language of domination and assimilation which fascinate me to this day.
Yes I would love to uncover or have uncovered more about my 2 heritages and if any of this brief story can be responded to I would be ecstatic. Love Dale